BLACKEST BLUEi don't think i will ever be able to pull you from my mind, from its hands that tear at your skin and your teeth and your hair.
i don't think I will ever be able to forget the way you fell, your body buckling under the sheer weight of everything around you as you tossed yourself over the edge of a seven story apartment building; my apartment building, looking back at me with stricken fear in your eyes, like I was god and you were escaping my sharp fingernails. it was a stupid thing to do, but you did it and now it's done.
I wish I could say that I've moved, but I can't afford it.
all i can do now is move on.
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